God, I'm overwhelmed
Overwhelmed by the beauty I see before my eyes
And I believe
God, I believe
And wonder how one can look at such beauty
And not see Your Glory.

I see the clouds slow dancing in the skies
I see the stars winking their eyes
I see the lovers dancing on the stars.
With no fear.
Oh, no fear at all

And I hear the silence of this bizarre night
I am in awe
Of this beauty
Of this work of art
And I sigh
Because if I was an artist
I would paint the skies every night
To keep this beauty with me

As now the clouds have scurried by. Tenderly staring down
Scribbling on my sights
As nigh
Resides
And I see the moon
Oh, I see her shining bright
She is at peace
So quiet
So silent
With all her might
She stares down at me
I, such a small insignificant being
And wanders at
What I've become
What I hope to be
Perhaps
That's all I seek
To be reassured
That whatever will be will be

Somehow she calms
My stirring thoughts
My troubled mind
My heart filled with wrought
And she says
Be still, my love
All will be better
Your sighs will end
And your heart will be full again

But, God, I can't help being overwhelmed
By the transcending beauty
Before my meek eyes
And I wander
When will this beauty suffice?